I'm dreaming now of Ali, sweet Ali.

Sweet honey, I'm dreaming now of honey.

For the thought of her is more like paradise.

She's sleeping in the valley.

In the valley, in the valley, she's sleeping in the valley.

And the mockingbird is sitting where she lies.

Listen to the mockingbird.

Listen to the mockingbird.

The mockingbird's still singing, all right, brave.

Listen to the mockingbird.

Listen to the mockingbird.

Still singing where the waking willows quake.

Ah, will I yet remember, remember

Remember?

Ah, will I yet remember?

where we gathered on the mountain side by side.

T'was in the mild September

September, September T'was in the mild September

And the mockingbird was singing far and wide.

Listen to the mockingbird.

Listen to the walking bird, the walking bird still singing all her praise.

Listen to the mockingbird, listen to the mockingbird, still singing while the women willows quake.

When the charms of spring awaken, awaken,

Awaken when the charms of spring awaken.

And the walking bird is singing on the bough.

I feel like one more singing.

Forsaken, forsaken, I feel like one forsaken.

Since my hat is no longer with me now Listen to the mockingbird

Listen to the mockingbird, the mockingbird still singing o'er her grave.

Listen to the mockingbird, listen to the mockingbird, still singing where the weeping willows wave.

Listen to the Mockingbird.

Listen to the Mockingbird.

The Mockingbird.

Birds are singing for her grave.

Listen to the mockingbird.

Listen to the mockingbird, still singing where the weeping willows quake.